I used to think that once I found where I was supposed to be, how I was supposed to act, and what made me happy, nothing would change and there we'd all be, stuck in this limbo of pleasure for the rest of my life. Today has proven that this is not the case. Today I had my beliefs shattered and my hopes dashed, and now I'm here... alone, but not alone; alive, but not alive; trying to keep a grip on sanity long enough to find us a way off this raft.Once upon a time I thought the closest thing to happiness was what everyone sang about in those songs... Songs about how people were in love with other people and everything was great and wonderful and nothing would ever change their view of life, which was that everything was terrific and everyone was happy. There was a happiness in those songs, but the truth lay mostly in the wailing strains of Rob Zombie, Marilyn Manson, and other dark rock bands. They knew what it was like to be me, and they expressed it in a way I never could.
Once upon a time, I thought the world was divided into two parts: The Shiny Happy People, and me. Then I learned. I learned I could be one of the Shiny Happy People... The man who taught me that all the world was not a dark festering hellhole, a Captain Nathan Bridger, is now dead. Dead on an alien planet, across the universe from where I had finally found happiness.
Everyone, everything I ever held dear is now gone. But I can't cry about it, can't show remorse. I'm one of the Shiny Happy People, and I'm in charge. Nothing against Dagwood, but I think out of the two of us (three if we count Darwin), I have the best chance of finding a way off this God-forsaken planet. So I can't be a basket case, I have to stay cool, which is hard to do with the sun beating down on us, a hundred times stronger (or so it seems) than our little central star.
Across the universe... I thought nothing was going to change my world. Nothing gonna change my world...